Not a pebble, mind you, but I'm talkin' a big 'ol rock!
Cuz I have...
And furthermore, have you ever had so much fun doing laundry??
Last night/this morning, Jon gothified me against my will. He just suddenly pulled out his make-up and brushes and demanded me to "come hither." I probably could have held my refusive stance if he hadn't fuckin' looked at me like that. I hate him...(or not).
You know how some people can just give you this look and you like, melt and surrender to their will? Ya, he does that to me...
So as all this is going on, Ian is on the washing machine being all...well...being Ian. There are no words to describe this phenomonon.
Jon starts fixing my hair up. He decides that my bangs are uneven and too long, so he asks if he can chew part of it off so it will be even. I figured he would maybe chew through the tips of a few strands. Nope! He took off about 3 inches of a noticable section on each side.
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